A Case of Sundays

Hard workers may avoid Monday like the plague
"The Monday Epidemic," it's said across the front of the page,
But I supose that to me, Monday's another day
And with that another dollar (or so) is added to my pay.

But Monday marks a very sad time for me,
"I got a case of the Mondays," they say frivolously.
I'd say, instead, if you asked me in the place of,
That I've been cured from my Sundays, no longer with a case of.

'Cause on Sunday, for it may be a day of rest,
I consider it a day of best.
After all, wouldn't you
If you had Sundays like I did too?

But come the evening, the sun retires
And the houses nearby light with electric fires.
I look at her and I know it's true,
"My Sunday's gone, but I still have you."